Finishing his food, he sat back, shocked to find that the male across from him had a rather… Down look on his face.
I knew it.
Bel began to smirk at first, guessing that Fran would want a kiss after banning him from doing so- But as he continued to speak, his expression turned to a neutral one. He didn’t dare speak himself, for he knew that if he tried to it would be incomprehensable. His fingers had curled around the edges of his seat at one point, hidden eyes focused solely on the male in front of him who had so clearly declared what he was feeling. The Prince’s chest began to hurt, human emotions proving to be too much for him as his heart hammered ruthlessly against a battle worn ribcage, the organ wanting to get out and escape its confines as soon as possible.
“Oi…” He grumbled, head hanging as his face burnt.
Ah…
What a weak reaction from the prince. He mentally sighed to himself. Maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say after all…? Then again, that might have been a little too sudden; he went beyond the prince’s question.
Fran looked up at the blonde and shrugged, a bitter smile on his face. “Nevermind. We can talk about it later…”
(Source: lllussionist)
